Will Someone Please

Remind me that I love this little Terrier?

We got up this morning, and while I was slipping on some shoes and getting her leash so I could take her out to potty, she ignored me calling her to the front door, dashed to the hallway in front of the bathroom door and squatted and peed.

So I didn't take her next door with me to my parents' house like I usually do in the morning (my kitchen drain still doesn't work so I go next door to make a mug of tea every morning - Tallulah and Bimmer go with me, Kharma sleeps late). She knows that peeing in the house is NOT a good thing to do and we've been working on it, but she has some slips. If it's my fault, we deal with that and I don't give her The Look. If it's something like this morning, she gets The Look and she acts like she's just committed a felony. Generally she does the felony act before she even gets The Look.

So, she knows . . . oh, she KNOWS what she's doing.

While Bimmer and I were next door, she cried and howled and whined and squealed and carried on until Kharma made her shut up.

Little sh1t got even with me . . .

After I left for the store, she GOT IN MY CLOSET, ignored all the old, well worn shoes on the floor of the closet, RUMMAGED ON THE SHELVES and PULLED DOWN THE NEW MERRELL SANDALS my mom insisted on getting for me and demolished the uppers of the left one.

She also dug out another sandal - also the left one - to another pair that I wear sometimes with dresses and chewed the front of the sole off. Again, this was a relatively new, unworn shoe.

The real bitch of this is that now I've got to go back to Pigeon Forge and hope I can find another pair of sandals like the ones mom bought me in my size. If she finds out that Tallulah did that I will never, ever hear the end of it. Instead of a once a week, "you need to find that dog a home," it will be pretty much a daily - if not every time she talks to me - diatribe And I will never, ever, ever hear the end of how I don't love her because my dog chewed up the expensive sandals she bought me.

And I can't even stay mad at this little monster . . .

Oh you've already forgiven her And poo on your mom. lol

We have an old wooden boy scout box i called teh shoe box. When the kids took their shoes off in the box they went..all of ours shoes went in the same place until the dogs were past the chewing stage. THere was no money to buy new shoes. Sorry about your sandals, that's a shame.

WEll maybe is Tal HAD pooed on her mom Renee would be quicker to forgive her! :rofl1:

Trust me, there is no money for shoes here, either. I've got to pull it out of somewhere . . . . I don't really give a rodent's rear about the sandals - they blistered the hell out of my foot, but I will do a lot for peace, even just a little bit of peace, since that's as much as I'm ever going to get.

They had to go out of town suddenly on a family illness thing. While they were gone I did a lot of the picking up and housework that Mom usually does on Monday, did some of her laundry for her, and generally had all the stuff that she'd have had to catch up on done.

Not a single word about any of that.

I did, however, get the stink-eye and the *sigh* because I tried, as she called and asked me to do, to call the guy who teaches the painting class she's taking to tell him she wouldn't be there and why, but I got no answer. Somehow that's my fault. The only remark I got was that I shouldn't have left the small light on in the living room today . . . . And, while I was fixing dinner - fresh pineapple skewered with gingered chicken, basmati rice with coconut and fresh cantalope - she told my dad she wanted to go out for pizza.

Can you say, "bitch?"

i am soooo glad that when my daughter was staying with my mom and she starting to take it out on me that she actually heard what i was saying. That ended a life time cycle of her taking out her frustrations on me. I wish you could find a way to communicate with your mom. Your too close in proximity (sp?) to be spatting at each other. Or her at you and you swallowing it all down. IN the meantime you got a big tub or something you can put in all that you don't want chewed? Bin was my real chewer, he went for all that had our scent on it, earphones, the telephone, remotes, all had to be kept up high and out of his reach.

My house is never so tidy as when i have a toddler or a chewer in the house.

Haha, you love your terrier! *Reminder*

I think...hehhe

Oh, and did I mention the fact that her Orbee AND her chew rope were laying on the bed . . . right where I left them for her this morning? As a matter of fact, she's chewing on the Orbee quite enthusiastically right now . . . right next to me

I've got to find a better way to block the closet off from Tallulah . . .

GRRRRR!!!!!!! The little BRAT. She just went and got an old sneaker and brought it right up here next to me.

She knows better . . . but why didn't she chew the OLD shoe today rather than the new ones? *bangs head on wall*

Bimmer and the Filas have spoiled me thoroughly . . .

Smkie, there is no communicating WITH my mother. It only goes one way with her . . . you listen to her and do things her way, the way she says and you're grateful and you worship her and acknowledge her superiority in everything as well as the fact that everyone in her life does nothing but try to hurt her and make her miserable and treats her - in her words - "like a homeless person on the corner." She WANTS to be unhappy and she puts a great deal of effort into it and she is completely and utterly unselfish and untiring in her efforts to share her unhappiness and misery with her nearest and dearest

Hahahahaha! Bad, bad, dog!

I feel your Terrier pain- I let Porter out I yesterday- the phone and the door bell rang, so I darted inside... usually I am out there with him or I open all blinds completely to see what he is up to and make sure he's safe. Anyway, I forgot about him for about 10 minutes. I came outside and that little craphat was sitting, yes sitting, in my one planter pot- things... digging it up with a flower hanging out of his mouth. The rest of the flowers were decorative arranged around him.

I would take everything out of the closet for now. Box it up and put it out of her reach. Then put the chew rope and the orbee where the sandals were. I really would. Ask my dogs i do sh1t like that to them all the time. SHe will get the point.:rofl1:

Well, someone may have just learned a little lesson . . . . she went to pick up the shoe that I kicked off my foot when I sat down on the bed. Bimmer just jumped her little butt.

She is looking for a quiet corner now . . . one that she doesn't have to walk past him to get to

I love my Bimmer . . .

ROFL! Go Bimmer!

I can't prove it, but i think Mary and Victor send little telepathic messages to pepper..stop chewing our toys we dont' do that here..don't bark mom doesnt' like it...she stopped all of those behaviors quickly after she came. I know they did when sawyer lost a grip when he saw the squirrel and i made them all sit until he stopped.

Well, I'd made the mistake of telling Bimmer and Kharma to take it easy on her because she's so little compared to them . . .

Any dog that will scavenge to the THIRD shelf to pick out a particular shoe - and one that isn't heavily scented as I haven't worn them much . . . well, she's on her own with the two big ones. They won't actually hurt her, but they will come down on her hard. I know Bimmer has at least once in the past. I was out in the yard with Kharma and I heard him . . . and Tallulah.

First she thought she'd sass him.

That was a mistake, lol.

He roared and then the silence was deafening. Kharma and I just looked at each other. Kharma knew. She's been on the receiving end of that a couple of times.

When I came back in a few minutes later Bimmer and Tallulah were both snuggled on the bed and he was washing the tears off of her eyes.

She's in the living room on the couch by herself now . . . feeling sorry for herself Kharma's got her blocked from the pillows. Maybe a taste of ostracism will accomplish something.

Can I borrow him? Soggy dog is being a PAIN. I think her and that TERRIER have been chatting when we weren't looking because someone in my house keeps PEEING and CHEWING. It's, of course never on MY watch, but on daddy's.....Gah. Django grew out of the accidents and destruction eventually, hopefully someone else will too, or I WILL be coming for a certain Mr Bimmer.

Renee, Tallulah sounds like CJ. If you left shoes or clothing out, she would chew on them throughout her lifetime. I think Tallulah has a little bit of CJ in her.

That's just it . . . they weren't OUT. They were put up. On the shelf above her head. She had to seek them out

She totally ignored the slipper I leave out that she chewed on at first. She chews just enough to ruin and then moves on to something else

I am pointedly ignoring her.

It ain't easy . . . She's plastered up against me as close as she can get right now.

I dashed over to the Belz Outlet Mall in Pigeon Forge this evening to replace those damnable sandals . . . . $70 freaking dollars . . . . *bangs head on wall* $70 I really, really don't have to spend . . . . talk about peace at any price

couldn't you have just said your feet were swollen or they hurt or rubbed or something? sighs..i am sorry.

Nah, she'd never have bought that . . . not with Merrell sandals. And my feet rarely ever swell, and if I told her they DID she'd start up with the whole bit about how I'm a terrible daughter because I won't go to the doctor and it's time for me to get sick with the myasthenia again. We just had a replay of that little drama in three acts and I'm not ready for an encore.

The Merrells are awfully comfortable, and they're easy on the feet and legs when you're walking on concrete floors all the time like I am, but the Borns are better for me. As long as I can keep them from being doggie treats, though, I'll wear these for YEARS, so other than the initial hit, if you amortize the cost out, they're a lot less expensive than going through several pairs of cheap shoes . . . and having feet and legs that ache.